The least likely person to stand for me on a subway train was, in fact, a young white man.
Once I became visibly pregnant, I quickly learned that anticipating or blithely hoping someone notices you smacks of self-entitlement and a “notice me” nadir that is futile in the subways of New York City.

Nov 20, 2013 at 3:00pm | 473 comments

missed connections
the jane dough
Here are my love letters to the coulda-woulda-shoulda friendships on the 4, 5 and 6 trains.
I won't eat pizza slices with toppings other than plain cheese because I think that the vegetables could harbor more pathogens than plain cheese pizza. I know. It's kind of bonkers.

Aug 17, 2012 at 3:00pm | 141 comments